Roks ignored Amirah.
"Look at his lips, they're so similar to yours, Klyte," Roks remarked, causing me to gaze at the young boy who was now looking back at me while still in Roks' arms.
"H-how did this happen?!" I exclaimed, feeling confused, and I noticed that everyone around us was silent, listening to our conversation.
"Papa, Ma-ma," the child stuttered eagerly, wanting to be held by me.
"Yes, Ranch, your mother is fine now," I sighed, looking at the young version of Rare. Tears welled up in my eyes again, and it felt like my heart was being squeezed. There were so many questions in my mind, but if he was indeed my son, I wanted to embrace him.
"C-can I?" I asked, extending my hand to hold my child. Roks nodded and smiled at me before handing me the baby.
I held Ranch now, and as
